Comfort is a sweet thing. It is a satiating state from which other goodies spring.
It can be hard to come by too.
For these reasons when comfortability is attained people would rather hang on to it.
We are not different.
For a long, long time we, a few of us were vagabonds. We kept drifting. Everytime it looked like we'd settled down, something would upset the cart and we'd be out again.
That was until we met him.
He was a carefree young man, with all the woolly dreams of young people. He gave us habituation.
When we were sure of things, we invited other friends. We became many staying together.
To ensure we were no trouble to anyone, we chose a spot in the Gerasene hills. When we wanted to let down our hair, the large open fields adjacent the cemetery served us well.
A couple of times, town folks on stumbling on us took off. That was always hilarious.
Years passed. We grew older and stronger. A few persons who encountered our landlord testified to that.
And then the itinerant preacher came.
When we saw him, the look in his eyes spelt trouble.
We ran to him, and reverently, explained that we want no trouble.
"What is your name?" He asked.
"Many."
"This is an eviction notice." He said.
In panic, we implored not be sent out of the region.
Close by, a herd of swine was feeding. We sought his permission to take over those. He agreed.
We left our host and entered the pigs.
But we were too powerful for 2000 hogs. Moments later, our new homes dashed down the hillside, and into the sea.
This is an adaptation of Luke 8: 26-33.
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